The world seems mad at the moment. It seems as if every coalition formed over the last century is in danger of disintegrating. Up is down. Black is white. The worst of 80s fashion is back, and Donald Trump is a serious presidential candidate. It feels as if we’re all walking around in a shared fugue state, just lumbering forward into a pointless future, pointlessly.
None of this is new. History is rife with tales of calamity. We’re overdue for some major worldwide catastrophe.
At least it won’t be boring. I’m already on the edge of my seat.